art for me from the exchange


[AFTG Exchange - Valentine’s Day 2017] @aftgexchange
// for @rikomoriyamaofficial

Andrew Minyard is the newest addition to the Edgar Allan University Exy team. He’s short, he’s fast, he’s devilishly good in a goal — and in another universe, he could have been the deadliest investment a Coach with nothing to lose could have made.

Signing with the unbeaten national champions is a dream many young Exy players seek after, but few know how the black corridors of Castle Evermore can quickly turn into a nightmare for the unsuspecting fool. The EA Ravens are a hive mind, built on sharp strings of violence, sex and codependence. At the top of the Nest, there is at the same time no place for secrets and a foul air saturated with them, starting with Riko’s inner circle Andrew has been drafted to.

Laying eyes on the Crown of Evermore comes with a price of blood, and paying it can cost one’s life  as well as their family’s.


You wrote “Ishvalan Edward” I read “Angst”

In the end December wound up being a much more busy month than expected so I had to reluctantly drop out from one of the two secret santas I’d joined >o< I’m glad I stuck with this one though, always down for some good ol’ angst! 

Happy early Christmas @pascal-s-dailydoodle! I was your secret santa for the @toymaker-tixx-art-exchange! Sorry for posting a little early, but I wasn’t sure when Id have more time before the holidays approached here!! 

I had a hard time picking from all your characters! I had also lost a drawing I started too, LOL. So I hope this will suffice! I ended up going with this lil gal cause I loved her armor the most and it was really interesting to me! I hope you like it!

This has been sitting in my WIP basket for… months now, so I decided to finish it!

Monofell’s Toriel and sans sure are great buds! Sharing stories from books they have, exchanging horrible word puns–you name it!

(And I see some people have been tagging my other stuff of them as Soriel–I mean don’t get me wrong I hella headcanon platonic and romantic Monofell!Sansgoriel–so ya’ll keep on shippin’!)

Let It Snow (Warren Worthington III x Reader)

A warm and fluffy Christmas morning full of surprises with the Gri- I mean, everyone’s favorite angel. :)

Word Count: 2092

“What the hell-”

“-Welcome to my little winter wonderland!” I cheered, pulling Warren inside my apartment. “Took you long enough.” My roommate went home for the holidays, leaving me all alone to celebrate. We’d decorated the place from ceiling to floor and before she left, exchanged gifts; I got a ticket to go see one of my favorite artists speak at a nearby college next month, a couple rolls of film, and a gift card to Wilson’s Art for whatever supplies $50 could buy. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“What the hell is that?” He pointed to the corner of the living room to the scrawny branch that was our Christmas tree.

“I could never get off from work or outta classes in time to go pick a decent tree; it was slim pickings when I finally got around to it.” I jabbed him playfully in his side. “Wanna go climb up and sit on top of it, Angel?”

“Ha ha,” he replied sarcastically with an eyeroll. “Where’d you pick it up from, the city landfill?”

“Shut up, I love my little tree! Besides, big or small, it’s about what goes under it that’s important; Santa doesn’t discriminate.”


“Yes. Speaking of which come help me finish baking these cookies.”

“You’re not serious… are you?”

I pointed to my “Kiss the Cook” apron in its flour-coated glory before dashing back off to the kitchen. “Hope you aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty.”

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You might have seen this from the 2016 Sterek Valentine’s exchange, but this was mine for Lorna. Happy Valentines Day! 

P.S. Stiles’ butt was actually glowing a bit when I did the original colouring because of the yellow highlights, and I had to go back and reshade it. My mom may or may not have walked in when I was asking my sister if his butt was glowing.

In a world where the fire never happened, Derek is the Alpha of a small pack of teenagers. Being a subsidiary of the original Hale pack means he doesn’t need an emissary, but he might want one. Enter Stiles, a powerful mage who has just moved to Beacon Hills, whose number one hobby is sassing Derek.

suzuki manages to convince yamato to exchange clothes of their Respective Cliche Fashion Styles, and yamato is surprisingly far from uncomfortable in idol fashion. SUZUKI, HOWEVER………

Hello, the name’s Lukas and I feel bad about having to make this post, but I need to. I currently have no job. I got rejected for a few jobs and had to turn down one job after applying because it would affect how I perform on school (it was a weekend job, meaning I would have no free time at all.)

I’m in need of money for personal reasons. I can not borrow money from my parents, and since I have no job I have no income. My income is my art but it’s hard for me to find people who wish to commission me. So with this post I hope I catch someone their interest who is willing to spend money on me in exchange for some art.

Lined n painted! These come with shading and everything. the only thing not included are backgrounds! If you wish to have a background it is +$10 ! every extra character is also +$10 !

Lineless paintings !! Extra characters are +$15 and backgrounds are +$20 !

Every drawing also comes with a speedpaint! These will be unlisted and linked to the person who commissioned me, and made public if they wish. They also decide the song used. Examples: [x] [x] [x]

Please, even if you do not wish to commission me for any reason, please do reblog this so other people can see this and maybe consider it! It helps me a lot! Thank you for reading!

Merry Christmas, @candybunnypie! I’m your Secret Santa from the exchange hosted by @mystic-imagination-messenger ~ Hope you like it! If you want a version without my watermarks, just send me a message.

Tbh I also loved the tree-decorating headcanons and this boy too, so I knew what I had to do. (including the tacky sweaters.) And thanks for giving me the chance to draw this MC? She’s so pretty?? I never really realized before how pretty she is??

But anyways, happy holidays!! I hope you have a wonderful time!

Artwork © 2016 Siobhan / shevi-hime
707 (Luciel Choi), the MC, and Mystic Messenger © Cheritz Corporation

Do not use without permission, and please don’t repost/remove credits; thank you!

“Your vision and resolve knows no boundaries, extending beyond the music.  Inspired and propelled by the great ones.  Everything and anything has been probable and often possible in your work. Always free from the chains of repetition and mediocrity.  The challenge for me was how to complement your whirlwind contrasts.  So many radical twists and turns with such colorful complimentary construction – always pushing the limits from comfort of the bosom to the naked raw edge.  You dug deep and deeper, driven by emotion, art, and literature towards the one light of invention and excitement.  On the first day we met, I realized the breadth of influence.  The ideas we exchanged were vast.  From William Blake to Skip James, from Kaleidoscope to Christina Rosetti, from Otis Rush to Dylan Thomas.  To make music inspired by these influences, you created music from beyond music.   Our travels through India, Thailand and Morocco in the early 70s brought shared experiences mirrored in some of the most illuminating and intensively inventive guitar performances of our genre. Your delivery and poise mirrored and extended the visceral experiences from the physical to the musical form.  The limitless creations you shared with John Paul and Bonzo remain unequalled.  I was always amazed that I could find lyric and melody to compliment the roaring Achilles Last Stand or the caressingly beautiful muse that is The Rain Song. Just examples of the contrasts we experienced. The terrain – often bleak, sometimes remote and sometimes in most in love – has been spectacular.  Best wishes to you and congratulations tonight.” – transcript of Robert Plant’s tribute to Jimmy Page upon receiving the Living Legend Award, Classic Rock Roll of Honour 2007.

ID #39140

Name: Jenni
Age: 18
Country: Canada

Hi friends :) my name is Jenni, but you can also call me Jen if you’d like. I’m from British Columbia, Canada. I love art/painting, yoga, animals, the environment, coffee & tea, good books, music, lady gaga, and learning languages. I’m also vegan and I love to cook/bake (I’m still learning though haha) I’m honestly looking for someone who is a long term friend/internet friend. I’m also a really friendly person but I’m also extremely sad and anxious most of the time. I really would like to exchange snail mail with someone, I tend to ramble a lot and so you may receive long letters. If you’re into any of that dm me :))

Preferences: 17-25 basically anyone who won’t stop writing after one letter lol. Someone that speaks German, Swedish, or French (I’m learning these languages). If you can’t speak those that’s okay too :)


© ramibriidge

More unplanned drabbles and this time, I blame @ulric-nyx for sending this prompt to me. It’s so cute and not sad like the other ones she had showed me and I’m capable of writing sad things, you know that XD I knew exactly how I want to write this even though Escort Mission already involved a flower exchange and Nyx did it the smart way. Is it obvious to who is Person A and Person B, yet? The art you see is from my duckling’s, @ramibriidge, LuNyx Log 4 art. The story and the art are no way connected to each other, but I asked for her permission if I could use it for aesthetic purposes, nothing to deliver my writing across, I just love her art and I can’t understand what’s going on in it so that’s one interpretation I can make out of it.


“your hand
touching mine.
this is how galaxies
- Sabober Khan


“M'lady, a peace offering from the Marquis has arrived.” The austere and reverent Gentiana needn’t bother reading off the card that came with the bouquet.  

“Another one? But he sent one last week.” To her dismay, the Princess Oracle accepted the vivid flower arrangement. “I have already forgiven him.”

“I do not think forgiveness is all that he is after, Lunafreya.”

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret had unintentionally embarrassed Marquis Antonius Bellerose of Tenebrae by correcting him in front of their peers. He was mortified that a woman carried more validity than he. The man accused her of obliterating tradition, and swore that he would impeach her from office if it’ll be the last thing he’ll do. Empty threats of a profound reaction, but the man was persistent. The one-sided feud lasted for a duration of a month before out of the blue, the Marquis made a public apology and asked for an audience with the Oracle. Ever since then, Luna heard nothing but praise for her humanitarian efforts and initiatives for change, Antonius being one of her biggest benefactors.

“He is quite taken by you.” Gentiana commended her mistress’s auspicious courting abilities. “This is how men fall prey to your charms. Corrode their will and beliefs and what remains are filled by yours.”

“Gentiana, please, I highly doubt he has fallen for me. But he did remember roses were among my favorite flowers.” A flush crept up the young woman’s face as she placed the bouquet down on the desk. “I will certainly write Marquis Antonius another thank you note.”

Unbeknownst to the Lady Oracle and her attendant, the guardian and hero of the Kingsglaive overheard their conversation. Nyx Ulric was less bothered by some royal ass trying to charge up Luna’s loading ramp; he was the reason why the Marquis’s visits were limited as they were. Gentiana’s comments didn’t bother him either, she was a broken record that he told her that she should hire a writer to come up with new variants of the word “fool”.

No, what really bothered him was the fact that Luna liked roses. It should’ve been a no-brainer to the glaive, but he dated women in the past who irrefutably hated roses, one of which broke out in hives because she neglected to tell him of the allergy. Being that Luna was a flower girl and loved gardening, it couldn’t been any clearer for a potential gift.

Despite not being in a relationship for long,  Luna made it perfectly clear that she had eyes only for Nyx. It didn’t stop the declarations of love and marriage proposals sent her way though. Nyx can’t give her the pearls and jewels that get thrown at the Princess’s feet on a daily basis. It didn’t help that even his friends voiced vaulted speculations of how a blue blood could fall for a commoner like him. Damned if he knew.

But roses, as far as his knowledge could go, represented love and passion in the language of flowers. And from what Crowe had informed him, flowers should be given without a reason why, that meant no holidays or before spilling your guts a huge mistake.

The glaive had no idea that the ritual could so complicated. Flowers are colorful and they smell nice.

Luna never complained or eluded to gift exchanges even with her mischievous ideas leading them to mishaps, she genuinely enjoyed his company. Maybe it’s about time Nyx does something safe and little cliché for once, a breath of fresh air to the heart-pumping adventures of the glaive and oracle.

Nyx found himself in the villa’s gardens and not a soul was in sight, not even the dogs, Umbra and Pryna were present.

He and Luna (accompanied by third-wheel Gentiana) have strolled on its lush and green grounds, more vibrant than even Insomnia’s neon lights, countless times. There was a mini-maze of hedges that lead directly to the rose bushes.

Tony, as Nyx had fondly dubbed after the Marquis’s remark of a Lucian dog soiling the Oracle’s residence, presented her white roses.

He’ll just have to one-up him with the classic red.

Blistering pain enveloped him when the glaive reached in and seized a handful of roses. He had forgotten roses weren’t without its thorns.

Beads of crimson lined his fingers and palm. Maybe he should’ve brought some pruning shears from the shed.

“Nyx Ulric, where are you?” A voice called out. Gentiana. “Where could that foolish-looking Lucian glaive be in with his equally foolish tomfoolery?”

The yank and pull trick would just have to do.

Ignoring the pricking sensation in his hand, he took on the roses with both hands and pulled, successfully snapping the stems in half and taking a number of thorns with him.

Just as he successfully stowed the handful of roses within the confines of his jacket, the attendant found him.

“There you are. I do not understand why you did not answer me.” Gentiana raised a slender eyebrow when she detected the glaive’s hands fly behind his back, but she chose not to bring it up. “Lady Lunafreya requested your presence on the patio.”

Nyx regarded her with a nod. “Lead the way.” He followed, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible while trying to imagine the itchy sensation on his chest was all in his head.

Luna was hard at work writing on a vital stack of documents and without looking up, she thanked Gentiana and relieved her. The attendant bowed respectfully before leaving for another task. She spared Nyx a suspicious glance before departing.

“So what can I do for you, Your Highness?” Nyx asked.

Before Luna could answer, a sudden gust sent a number of papers flying. Nyx chased after them.

“Thank…” The Oracle began before staring at the bloodstained sheets. “What happened?” She tilted her head, trying to scrutinize the folded hands behind the glaive’s back. “Why are you favoring your hands like that?”

“Painting. Needed a fresh coat in the room.”

Luna sighed. “Nyx.”

Nyx couldn’t lie to his moon moon, she called out other people’s bullshit on a daily basis, came with the job. He reached into the folds of his jacket and reluctantly bestowed Luna a sad and slightly crumpled display of roses.

Luna’s eyes went wide and blinked at the fallen petals before laughing, “Are those my roses?”

“Uh… Maybe?” He sheepishly grinned.

Luna forced herself to stop laughing and  hummed. “Come with me.” She took Nyx by the arm and pulled him within the villa, practically dragging the glaive to the infirmary.

The Oracle took out a first-aid kit and removed the roses from the glaive before focusing her attention to his bloodied hands. She wiggled the thorns out of the flesh with a pair of tweezers.

“I hope it won’t leave a scar.” The young woman lamented as she cleaned and disinfected the wounds. “You are covered with enough as it is.”

Nyx winced. “If it does, it’ll be a great dinner story with the Glaive. I took on assassins, bare-handed.”

“If they were armed with thorny floral arrangements then it’ll be a likely story.” Luna smiled as she securely wrapped the glaive’s hands in gauze. “I can testify on your bravery.”

“Nah, they won’t believe you. You were overwhelmed by their rosy scent and fell unconscious.” Nyx smirked as he brought her hands to his lips. “But I thank you, m'lady. Always there to restore my good name.”

Luna turned Nyx’s hands over, studying the black singular lines etched down the left middle and right index fingers. The line on the middle finger stood for discipline and balance while the one on the index represented the glaive’s ego and drive, both things he had explained to the curious woman.

“What’s up?” Nyx asked.

“This may sound insane, but… Would you like to go get tattoos together?”


“I have read that some couples commemorate a relationship by getting tattoos together.”

“You sure you want that? It’s painful.” And permanent, he wanted to add.

“Any more painful than picking my roses?” She gave him an evocative glance before her eyes fell upon her left ring finger. “I could get a wolf etched on side of my finger.”

“And you think I should get a moon on mine?” The glaive quizzically questioned.

“Well, I wasn’t going to suggest that design.” The light in her eyes spoke volumes that was a lie. “But gold star for you, Nyx. I do hope you get it in its waxing first quarter, befitting for my god of the night, would you agree?” She giggled as she turned on her heel to leave.

Nyx was left stunned as he watched her leave and a moment passed before the gravity of her words struck him. “Hey, you led me into that one!”

The next morning as Nyx got out of the shower, he found a rose boutonnière in the  lapel of his uniform.

The floral arrangement of baby’s breath and silver fern leaves were held fast by a shimmery gold ribbon, and the rose bud was the same color as the ones he picked yesterday.

A small piece of parchment attached to decoration read:

With all my heart and soul
     -  Luna 🌙

Here is Hunter!Sans from a Korean Undertale AU named “Underhunter” in exchange for the awesome arts the artist made for me! (I also met her personally and she was a delight to hang out with.)

Since my specialty is shitposting, I went ahead and shitposted some more. XD

Since Hunter!Sans doesn’t have any under-jaw (because it was destroyed along with his right arm), we talked about how he would eat. Whatever he ate, he’d have to use a bib to prevent dirtying his clothes?? XD

Then we further talked about WHAT he would eat. So, we settled with eating various types of fruit jams (with his favorite being apple jam). XD


Hello! This is secret santa for @mellifluousbable!

Their request was for “ereri fireside chats; Eren, Levi, and friends have a secret santa gift exchange” and well… here you have the precious boys exchanging gifts by the fireplace with Hanji and Armin (and let’s just pretend that Mikasa and the others are grabbing drinks and food from the kitchen or something, haha).

I hope this is to your liking, and I wish you and everyone a warm, fun, safe, and wonderful holiday season!


anonymous asked:

This is going to be odd, but I'm absolutely terrified and looking at your Viktor is easing my nerves. I'm from Romania, but I'm currently studying in the UK. I got accepted in an exchange program in Tokyo, which scares me to death. I couldn't concentrate in my lecture so I looked at your blog. The vibrant colours you use in your art helped me see the bright side. You seemed really warm so I thought I'll rant. Sorry if I dirturbed/annoyed you. I didn't know where to turn. Thanks.

Owww, first of all, congratulations!! ♥ And I’m so glad you can find a comfortable place here! ;u;

(Althought for a second I read “Your Viktors terrify me” and I was like ???????? LOL)

HOWEVER, if you let me say this, don’t be afraid of Tokyo! The few weeks I spent there were amazing, though I was just on vacations :P But everything is so well organized and the people is so polite and willing to help, you’ll see everything wil be better than you’re imagining now ♥ Do your best to turn that fear into excitement for that new and awesome experience! ^q^